"About time," came Charon's gravely voice from further up ahead. The torchlight illuminated his white bones as he rose from the gently rocking boat. "I was just about to get ready to see if I could find someone to play a game of cards with -- or to push into the lake, either one." With how ill-tempered a lot of the creatures here were, any game inevitably ended with someone falling into the water.

"Kind of flattered to see you back again so soon," he chuckled. "But I guess you three didn't come just to look at my pretty face." Gazing at the group with a pair of hollowed eyes, Charon continued speaking. "Anyway, you know the drill. Who's it going to be tonight?" Placing some of his weight onto his staff, he eagerly leaned forward. "The cute one?"